Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 287 - 279: Snow Volleyball

After taking a proper rest, Han Qiwu picked up the materials and went to find Master Shuzi to forge another small fish pond.

Since coming all this way felt a bit far, he casually stayed at the forge for a while longer to practice the manual crafting technique of canned jars.

Canned jars are things you’ll inevitably need to make once you understand them—practicing more never hurts.

He practiced until the sun set; only then did the weary Han Qiwu leave the forge. He thanked Master Shuzi and departed.

Time to head home for some rest!

And maybe swing on the swing for a while longer!

When Han Qiwu arrived home and stepped inside, he immediately noticed the Little Prince and Little Shui sitting leisurely on the swing, swaying back and forth.

Thank goodness this swing was built by Master Shuzi, otherwise it definitely wouldn’t hold up the Little Prince’s weight.

Although it had been a long time since Han Qiwu weighed the Little Prince, he estimated it had to be at least two hundred pounds minimum.

Just looking at the depth of the footprints it left outside, you could tell this guy’s honey addiction wasn’t for nothing.

Upon seeing his owner return, the Little Prince obediently stretched out his paw, halted the swing, and stood upright, enthusiastically gesturing for Han Qiwu to join him.

"You guys play. I’m going to eat something," Han Qiwu waved his hand dismissively and then added, "Oh right, there’s a big snowball in the ice mushroom field—don’t go messing with it."

"Roar!"

"Eee eee eee!"

The Little Prince and Little Shui nodded in acknowledgment. Watching their owner head inside to eat, they continued swaying on the swing while discussing amongst themselves.

Their discussion wrapped up quickly.

The conclusion was simple.

If you can’t mess around with it, then play with it properly!

The bear and the otter exchanged glances, leaped off the swing together, and ran straight toward the snowy frozen fields. freёnovelkiss-com

Meanwhile, Han Qiwu, having entered the house, first took a bath before making a simple stir-fried shredded potato with meat.

With the weather gradually warming up, moving even a little caused him to break into a sweat.

After eating his fill, Han Qiwu leisurely rode his bike to the museum, preparing to return *"Legend of the Giants"* and borrow another book.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Zack hurrying over from behind the counter with a serious expression. He was dressed in a drab gray shirt, deep black suit trousers, and barefoot leather shoes.

"What kind of retro trend is this?" Han Qiwu was a bit puzzled, quietly watching Zack’s theatrics.

As Zack approached, he deliberately postured with a swagger, his gaze shifting toward Han Qiwu’s right-hand side. As he slowed his steps, he quickly swapped his footing to stabilize his stance with an air of smugness. "So? Handsome or not?" he asked Han Qiwu proudly.

Han Qiwu: "????"

Excuse me, but where is the ’handsome’ part?

Frowning slightly, Zack questioned in confusion, "Not handsome? I thought this foot-swapping move looked pretty cool."

*Clap clap clap*

Han Qiwu nodded and clapped vigorously. "Handsome. If you could do the move a bit faster, it’d be even better."

"Really? Then let me try," Zack’s eyes lit up as he returned to his starting position and walked briskly over, instantly swapping foot positions.

To be honest, it kind of had that ’energetic youngster’ vibe.

"How’s it?"

"Pretty great. Many professionals who swap feet wouldn’t reach your level."

"That’s good!" Zack beamed with delight and kept practicing in front of the mirror.

Han Qiwu pulled out *"Legend of the Giants"* and said directly, "Practice later—don’t rush things. First, help me borrow a new book again."

"Fair point." Zack took the book, opened it, glanced through it, and grinned. "How was it? Exciting read, right?"

"Not at all," Han Qiwu shook his head. "Why don’t you tell me which book you’ve authored, and I’ll go find it?"

"In your dreams," Zack wasn’t about to fall for it. If he told Han Qiwu which books he’d written, Han Qiwu would definitely avoid borrowing them ever again.

It pays to know oneself well.

Zack remained unmoved, even after Han Qiwu tried to coax him all the way to the library entrance. Upon reaching the door, Zack patted Han Qiwu’s shoulder with a playful grin and said, "Don’t overthink it—pick wisely. Good luck!"

Feeling slightly helpless, Han Qiwu entered Area A. Looking back toward the doorway, he froze.

On the astonishingly beautiful tree-root bookshelf, there was only one book displayed.

Title: *"The Confused Little Pig"*

Han Qiwu: "?????"

What kind of nonsense is this?

Leaving just one book and expecting me to make a "good choice."

And this title.

Little pigs are quite clever, okay? Who says they’re confused?!

After thinking it over, Han Qiwu decided to go with "might as well"—he picked up the book anyway.

Having one book is better than nothing.

With Zack’s personality, who knows—maybe next time there won’t be anything left to borrow.

Holding the book, Han Qiwu walked out the door with a cold expression.

"So? Picked out a good one?" Zack asked cheerfully at the entrance.

"What do you think?" Han Qiwu didn’t bother engaging with Zack.

[You have successfully borrowed the book *"The Confused Little Pig."* Borrowing period: 7 days. Please return on time.]

[Area A Book: *"The Confused Little Pig"*]

[Summary: Little pig, little pig, so confused!]

[Author: Anonymous]

[Reading Requirements: None]

[Reading Effects: +5 Pig Attraction]

[Note: Isn’t everyone’s favorite snack a cute little pig?]

"As expected—Pig Attraction," Han Qiwu stored the book away. From a farming perspective, this book came at just the right time.

He decided he’d visit Yang Yangyang soon to check the price of pigs—hopefully he could start raising them sooner.

"Read carefully; this book is quite entertaining," Zack said with a cheeky grin.

"Why? Is this one also written by you? Doesn’t even have a named author?" Han Qiwu asked.

Shaking his head, Zack said mysteriously, "I can’t tell you that. Just read it yourself."

Rolling his eyes, Han Qiwu left the museum holding the book.

Heading home now.

As soon as Han Qiwu stepped inside, he heard some strange noises.

"Roar!"

*Plop!*

"Eee eee eee!"

Wait a second—that middle sound seems to be Big Snow’s voice?

Han Qiwu quickly looked toward the snowy field.

Well, well.

The Snow Volleyball event of the Animal Olympics had officially begun.

On each side of the snow field stood Little Shui and the Little Prince, while the airborne Little Electric acted as referee.

As for the volleyball...

It could only be Big Snow.

By the time Han Qiwu arrived, he caught the perfect moment when the Little Prince executed a beautiful spike, smashing Big Snow toward Little Shui’s right side.

*Bzzt!*

From above, Little Electric emitted an electric current, signaling that the Little Prince had scored.

"Big Snow? You okay?" Han Qiwu rushed over to Big Snow, worriedly picking it up to check on it.

Judging by its stats, it seemed fine—no signs of injury.

Wait a second.

This size... why does it look bigger now?

Could it have gotten swollen from the hits?

*Plop!*

But Big Snow, now held in Han Qiwu’s arms, suddenly bounced away, willingly hopping into the Little Prince’s paw to continue serving as the volleyball.

Han Qiwu: "....."

Alright then.

You youngsters and your games—I don’t understand.

Feeling a bit lonely, Han Qiwu walked to the open field, took a deep breath, and began practicing his *"Call of the Times"* drills.

After all, as a man, maintaining your physical health is paramount.

Being lonely now doesn’t matter—just don’t drag your feet in the future.

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